Even reclining in a compact leonine posture as he was, Temeraire's head still towered well above the gathered crowd. Despite the breastplate on his chest newly polished of its battlescars and decorated with his Destiny Stone, his boyish curiosity was quick to reveal itself. Glancing about, at this and that and some other thing, flicking his tongue at these new smells and prickling his ruff at the strange sounds. He even wiggled his talons slightly, lifting them away for a surprised moment from an earth suddenly alive.

Some of the braver beastmen had clambered onto the dragon's back in lieu of finding alternate seating. First the hawk beastmen like some manner of roosting bird, then, one at a time, a varied bundle of beastmen and a precious few humans, some dragged aboard by their comrades. Temeraire, used to crewmen scrabbling about on his back, didn't seem to mind in the slightest; only flicking his ruff once.

He did have a reason for being here, besides mere curiosity. When a silence had fallen between the voices, Temeraire's own rumbled out to fill the void.

"Ar-Righ," and here he paused, briefly. Was this the place to ask...? "Could you teach me, to roar as you did during the battle?"